The Fish-Men, Easily Defeated

War was about to erupt.

Looking at the dozens of Fish-Man underlings densely packed around him, a cold glint flashed through Ronan's eyes.

He turned to look at Luffy and said in a deep voice, "Luffy, leave that bastard Arlong to me. As for these reckless small fries..."

The iron spear in Ronan's hand suddenly trembled, emitting a buzzing dragon's roar:

"Leave them to us."

With that, Ronan didn't hesitate for a moment. Carrying the hundred-jin iron spear, he took step after step, actively walking toward that group of ferocious Fish-Men.

Each step he took landed heavily, as if stomping on the enemies' hearts. The blood and qi inside his body began to boil.

[Ding! Host has entered combat mode. Cultivation Multiplier *3]

"Hey! You human brat! Where do you think you're going?"

Several Fish-Men wielding large blades saw Ronan approaching alone and immediately revealed contemptuous smiles.

In their eyes, lowly creatures like humans weren't even fit to carry their shoes.

"Looking to die, are you! We're Fish-Men with ten times the wrist strength of humans!"

A burly Fish-Man charged out first, swinging his spiked club, aiming a vicious smash at Ronan's head!

Ronan's expression didn't change. He didn't even stop walking.

Facing the howling spiked club, he merely gave his wrist a slight flick.

"Xing Yi Great Spear - Collapse."

There were no flashy techniques—just the purest combination of strength and speed.

That three-meter-six-long Zhangba Iron Spear transformed into a black bolt of lightning in Ronan's hands.

The spear shaft bent into a startling arc, then, riding the immense elastic force, the spear's tail shot forward like a steel whip, striking before the blow arrived!

"Smack—!!!"

A sickening crack of bone, accompanied by the crisp sound of a watermelon bursting.

That Fish-Man didn't even see what happened. His head, under that terrifying whip strike, exploded instantly!

Red and white matter splattered everywhere!

The immense impact didn't dissipate. The headless corpse flew backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the Fish-Man ranks behind, knocking over three or four companions.

"Wha... what?!"

The Fish-Men who had been mocking just moments before froze, their smiles solidifying on their faces.

"O... one hit?!"

"That was... a comrade with ten times human wrist strength!"

Ronan slowly withdrew his spear, the tip slanting toward the ground. A single drop of blood slid slowly down the black shaft, dripping onto the white poolside bricks, glaringly dazzling.

He lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over the terrified Fish-Men around him. His voice was as cold as if it came from the depths of the Nine Hells:

"Ten times wrist strength?"

"That's it?"

Ronan let out a cold laugh. His figure suddenly erupted, like a tiger plunging into a flock of sheep!

"You filthy Fish-Men, die for me!!!"

"Kill—!!!"

The iron spear in Ronan's hand came fully alive.

In that moment, Ronan seemed to transform into a thousand-armed Asura.

Countless black spear shadows filled the air, each carrying a fatal spiral force.

"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out without end.

The four Fish-Men at the very front clutched their throats almost simultaneously.

At each of their throats, a blood hole had appeared, piercing straight through!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground beneath their feet.

"Damn it! All together! Kill him!"

The surrounding Fish-Men finally snapped out of it. Relying on their numerical advantage, they swarmed in from all directions.

Some spat water, some swung blades, some tried to use brute force to grab the iron spear.

"Trying to gang up?"

A sharp light burst from Ronan's eyes. Observation Haki activated fully, taking in every movement around him.

Facing attacks from all sides, he didn't dodge. Instead, he braced his waist and legs, letting out a fierce shout:

"Sweep the Thousand Armies!!"

The hundred-jin iron spear was swung in a full arc, carrying a whistling wind as it traced a deathly circle seven meters in diameter!

"Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"

Accompanied by a series of dull impacts and the sound of shattering bones, the seven or eight Fish-Men closing in were struck as if by a speeding train, all sent flying sideways from the waist!

Some Fish-Men had their ribs snapped, others their spines crushed. They screamed as they soared through the air, dropping like dumplings into the massive pool.

The once azure water was instantly stained a piercing crimson by the blood.

This was the power of a National Martial Arts spear!

This was the overbearing force where a touch meant death, a graze meant injury!

Ronan stood amidst the pile of corpses, his robes untouched by a single speck of dust, yet the iron spear in his hand had already drunk its fill of blood.

He turned his head, looking toward Arlong, who was about to make a move on Luffy not far away, and the Fish-Men who had been scared out of their wits. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Your so-called Fish-Man advantage..."

Ronan slammed the iron spear heavily into the ground, shattering the stone slabs beneath his feet:

"Before true martial arts, it's nothing but a joke."

The Arlong Park, once filled with hypocritical laughter, had now transformed into an Asura Field.

The vast sea-connected pool, its waters once clear and blue, was visibly turning into a murky scarlet.

The air was thick with a nauseating smell of rust, intertwining with the sea breeze, grating on everyone's nerves.

Ronan stood among the corpses, the Zhangba Iron Spear in his hand slanted toward the ground, its black shaft reflecting a cold, metallic sheen in the sunlight.

Thick drops of blood slid down the spear tip, dripping with a steady patter.

[Host Current Attributes: Strength 17, Speed 17, Physique 17]

Feeling the surging blood and qi within him, like a rushing river, a cold arc curled at the corner of Ronan's mouth.

This week of hellish training in the "Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Refinement" and the triple training multiplier had propelled his strength forward by leaps and bounds.

At this moment, with his terrifying 17 points of strength and speed, combined with the Xing Yi Thirteen Spears, he was synonymous with invincibility in the East Blue.

"Too weak."

Ronan murmured softly.

The great spear in his hand danced once more, like a black venomous dragon.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Spear shadows flickered, and three more Fish-Men attempting a sneak attack fell, clutching their throats.

Under Ronan's Observation Haki perception, the movements of these Fish-Men were as slow as a slideshow.

"Bastard--!!"

A shrill, furious roar shook the entire park.

By the pool, Arlong stared at the hellish scene before him. His eyes instantly bloodshot, turning a terrifying crimson.

Those who had fallen were his kin, his "family" in this world.

"You lowly inferior races... how dare you kill my brethren!!"

Arlong's muscles bulged as he erupted, his saw-like long nose trembling with rage.

He suddenly pulled a massive serrated greatsword—"Zhan Feng"—from his side, and the stone slabs beneath his feet shattered instantly.

Like a bloodthirsty shark, he charged toward the slaughtering Ronan with an unstoppable momentum!

"I will crush you all--to pieces!!!"